Mary Oliver


Mary Oliver Poems

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1. Beans 12/16/2014
2. The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac 10/16/2015
3. Sand Dabs, Five 1/13/2003
4. Song Of The Builders 3/30/2005
5. The Moths 3/30/2005
6. That Sweet Flute John Clare 1/3/2003
7. The Lark 3/30/2005
8. On Winter's Margin 3/30/2005
9. The Lily 3/30/2005
10. The Humpbacks 1/13/2003
11. One 3/30/2005
12. Mushrooms 3/30/2005
13. Hummingbird Pauses At The Trumpet Vine 3/30/2005
14. The Rapture 3/30/2005
15. Moccasin Flowers 1/13/2003
16. Morning Glories 1/13/2003
17. The Family 3/30/2005
18. Some Things The World Gave 1/13/2003
19. Stanley Kunitz 3/30/2005
20. The Truro Bear 3/30/2005
21. Walking To Oak-Head Pond, And Thinking Of The Ponds I Will Visit In The Next Days And Weeks 1/13/2003
22. Such Singing In The Wild Branches 3/30/2005
23. Skunk Cabbage 3/30/2005
24. Lightning 3/30/2005
25. Snowy Night 3/30/2005
26. Toward The Space Age 1/13/2003
27. Moles 1/13/2003
28. Happiness 3/30/2005
29. The Kookaburras 1/13/2003
30. Picking Blueberries, Austerlitz, New York,1957 3/30/2005
31. Knife 1/13/2003
32. Two Kinds Of Deliverance 3/30/2005
33. The Chance To Love Everything 1/3/2003
34. Sleeping In The Forest 1/3/2003
35. Climbing The Chagrin River 1/13/2003
36. Turtle 1/13/2003
37. The Kingfisher 1/13/2003
38. White Night 3/30/2005
39. Next Time 1/13/2003
40. Music 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Mary Oliver

A Dream Of Trees

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
A quiet house, some green and modest acres
A little way from every troubling town,
A little way from factories, schools, laments.
I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
With only streams and birds for company.
To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.
And then it came to me, that so was death,
A little way away from everywhere.

There is a thing in me still dreams of trees,
But let it go. Homesick for moderation,
Half the world’s artists shrink or fall away.
If any find solution, let him ...

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Lilies

I have been thinking
about living
like the lilies
that blow in the fields.

They rise and fall
in the edge of the wind,
and have no shelter
from the tongues of the cattle,

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